It's actually 3am
Her heart was beating too fast
It was the fever dream
She was murmuring about someone she loved
All of a sudden, she screamed out
Seemed, someone again scratching her wounds
She couldn't resist
She ran out
She kept running and running, didn't even know whom she was running from
She was about to faint, but she didn't stop
It seemed as if she had stopped feeling
After a mile,
She saw the huge castle
She walked towards it, somehow she went in
Her body was sweating
She couldn't even feel herself to stand
She saw a shadow moving towards her
Suddenly, she collapsed
Everything seemed blurry
A voice bubbled in her ears,
As if it were warning her
Till she could understand something
He pulled her over himself
It was the same scent, it was his
He kissed her wounds, held her tight
Whispered a lie to love her all his life
But the love has conditions
He was in love with someone
He never hide anything
He told her everything
She tried to pull herself back, she couldn't
She made the mistake
She became guilty in her own eyes
She loved him
But what she was doing she knew was wrong
To secrete it, she kept blaming him
Though she knew he was right
She accused him, kept fighting to him
She was becoming the bitch
She became the one she didn't want
She kept doing, though she knew she would suffer
She was becoming hollow inside
Everyday she was weaving dreams that were not hers
Things were turning to nightmare to her
It broked her, she begged herself
Meanwhile she lost him too
She gets lost in her misery
Seemed, even the castle walls also denouncing her
She left alone, she escaped again
But now she found herself again where she had started all....
- Author: Dishu (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 28th, 2022 04:31
- Comment from author about the poem: The 3am talk againš¤ I don't know why the last night felt like someone has scratched my wounds, but here's yet another piece from my imaginary book. "All I write about the mixed phases we're fighting".
- Category: Love
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